Countess Bathory and her werewolf assistant Waldemar Daminsky are revived in the twentieth century.

Yes, it’s another Paul Naschy film, and either the eighth or ninth of his Waldemar Daminsky series (depending on whether you think the 1968 NIGHT OF THE WOLFMAN was actually made or not), though it’s only the second of that series that I’ve covered. Once again, some horrendous dubbing gets in the way of giving the movie a fair shake, though I do think it is much better than FURY OF THE WOLFMAN . At this point, I’m not sure how interrelated all the movies in this series are; this one certainly doesn’t appear to be related to FOTW. Naschy had what was no doubt a sympathetic director for this one – himself. In truth, he’s one of the better directors he’s worked with, though. The story is fairly straightforward, if somewhat repetitive. Still, I have to make a few observations. One is that vampiresses really need handkerchiefs; Countess Bathory seems to always have a trickle of blood running down the left edge of her mouth; I mean, would it really kill her to wipe it off? Also, this movie gives us a new way to kill a vampiress; have her throat torn out by a werewolf. Now, if only the werewolf had torn out the throat of whoever it was who added that horrendous early eighties rock music that plays over the title and end credits, I’d be really happy. And one final note about bad dubbing; throwing in really bad cussing only makes it worse (though I do admit that one line involving garlic was rather amusing).